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Two lazy dreamers on a winter's night |
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Making plans for the spring |
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You paint a picture while I put away my clothes |
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A crooked couple standing side by side |
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Is that you? |
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Is that me? |
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We laugh in circles and we dream of some place to go... |
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We'll sleep on roof tops |
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We'll ride on bicycles |
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Maybe we'll get married |
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Don't you want to, sweetie? |
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With so much talent you're not fit for this world |
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You're an actress, there's no screen |
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A couple movies now you're stuck in this broadway show |
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Sink full of dishes and a dirty face |
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Where's the passion? |
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Talk is cheap |
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We laugh in circles then we turn the lights down low... |
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We'll sleep on roof tops |
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We'll ride on bicycles |
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Maybe we'll get married |
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Don't you want to, sweetie? |
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We hear some music |
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Coming from the street down below |
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And the melody carries |
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Won't you sing with me, sweetie? |
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Won't you sing with me, la, la, la, la, la... |
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I hope I can love you |
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Just like you deserve to be |
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Tell me what you're feeling |
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Don't you want to, sweetie? |
